In a fluid motion, he flips and he’s on his back; I’m on top. His hands move to my hips, using them to move me the way he wants me to move, back and forth, up and down. His gaze is pointed at my bouncing, naked breasts. The laser focus of his gaze makes me feel attractive. He’s biting down on his bottom lip as he fucks up into me, as my body slides back and forth. I grab his face with both hands and fuse our mouths together. Austin’s right hand leaves my hip and then grabs my ass cheek as his pace quickens, as his breaths come faster.
Just when I think he’s about to come, he flips me again to my back and he’s now like a jackhammer, fucking me harder, his hips pistoning forward over and over, and over. I then whimper again because he’s skimmed his thumb down between us and some more as he strums my clit while fucking me and this is my new favorite way to get fucked, because OH MY GOD this feels good.
“Tight, wrap tight around my waist,” he orders, “Now baby, now.”
I do what I’m told and grab his back tight, feeling like he’s closer to me physically than anyone has ever been as I come again. His hand leaves my pelvis and has my hair as he holds on and drives forward for three more deep strokes, slow and very purposeful ones, before he lets out a deep and satisfied-sounding moan.
I feel goosebumps rise on his hot, smooth skin under my hands and then his body relaxes as he lets out a sigh.
My mind whirls. That was good. Not just good, the best sex I’ve ever had.
I have limited experience. Very limited. Just one man, one young and now deceased man who cared about me and treated me well, so it’s not fair to compare. But I can’t help it.
This was the most incredible physical experience of my life.
Austin kisses me and I smile at him. But then he slides backwards off the bed and strolls out of my room.
I stare at the door, which closes, and I don’t know if he’s closed it or if it’s swung shut on its own, but I stare, blinking for a minute, feeling like maybe I just made a mistake.
Maybe I just did something really stupid and let him fuck me in a way that felt to me like passionate lovemaking but that to him was just that outlet he wanted. Fucking ‘the help’ to get his frustrations out.
My heart plummets as my expression falls. I feel like I’m about to cry, but I’m too stunned to do anything but stare at my door.
And then that door opens.
Austin is back with two bottles of water. He gets into bed, passing me one then taking the cap off his. He guzzles most of it back.
I’m sort of dumbfounded, but manage to open and get a few sips of mine. I set the bottle down on the table beside me and as soon as I do, I’m moving. He pulls me closer, kissing me while fixing the blankets.
We’re lying on our sides under the blankets and my face is smushed into his chest.
A euphoric feeling washes through me before my eyes drift closed and I immediately descend into a blissful sleep.
38
Austin
I wake up with Jada in my arms. Snoring. Not loud, but definitely audible. When I attempt to roll away from her to get up, she, in her sleep, grabs on and pouts. I find myself so astonished by this that I stay in bed an extra ten minutes, just experiencing this.
It’s adorable.
She’s nuzzled into my chest, one arm thrown over me, holding onto my bicep the other wrapped under my arm around the back of my shoulder. She’s like a pet monkey, hanging on.
Needing to answer the call of nature and get my ass to the office, I finally pry her off me, though do it carefully trying my best not to wake her. I succeed and head into the other bedroom.
Before I leave, I peek back in. She is crashed still and now she’s on her stomach. She’s naked and the blankets are bunched around her waist, so I’ve got a beautiful view of all sorts of flawless skin. She’s got her arms up and under the pillow her head is on, so I’ve also got an eyeful of side boob.
I sneak in, crouch, and drop a kiss on her cheekbone.
Her eyes pop open.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Jada blinks and smiles at me. It’s a shy smile, a smile that for some reason makes my dick twitch.
I lean in once again and kiss her on the mouth. Her fingers reach up and tangle in my hair for a minute.
“Have a good day,” she whispers.